Strangers’ Day

Julia

Chelsea, Manhattan

I dont miss you anymore dad.

I’m listening to music as a write this but to be honest if you read this and don’t like this idc this post was for me and me only

I packed my bag texted you I was going no contact and left I was scared I’d never make it out but I did my boyfriend picked me up and I’m so glad he did I needed out of your house the things you put me through were insane.

I was taught speaking up was talking back. But in reality I had every right to speak up especially when you choked me I was 13 I WAS A KID. WHO FUCKING DOES THAT I shouldn’t of had to be the bigger person And part of me wishes I knew I’d be okay that I knew I’d be able to get the fuck out My life has never been easy I’ve lost more people than most others have I’ve been bullied my whole life part of that being from the parents who “raised” me I wish I could text you just to say fuck you but I’m gonna be the bigger person and not do that but I guess I’m not much better for writing this. Idk anymore dad.

I wanted a perfect family so bad. I wanted to be family oriented but it’s not my fault I can’t be. I tried but I just was raised by the wrong people

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